your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
"I'm not particularly attached to the shirt." Everest murmurs suggestively. "All the more so after learning that purple might not be my colour." He adds with a dark laugh, more than content to see his buttons strewn about the room if it meant keeping Isla where she was.
Biting down on the inside of his cheek to keep his thoughts from descending too quickly into pure reactions as Isla arches against him, Ever takes a measured breath against the Remedy's neck though he doesn't pull away. His own arousal will be more than evident if it wasn't already, but still he manages to keep the touch of his hands feather-light as his fingertip makes another too-light and too-quick pass between Isla's legs.
"I have to say...thinking of everyone I have been with since I saw you last in Torchline..." He pauses, his hand flinching against her inner thigh for a moment as if it was considering simply tearing her garments aside despite his intentions. "I want you more, like this, fully clothed and still standing than I ever did with any of them." The heights of bliss he'd reached, the breathless nights, the aching limbs, the orgasms that had his vision growing blurry...gods, how it all paled in comparison to the feeling of holding Isla against him.
Forcing his hands off of her—perhaps in one of the mirrors Isla would notice just how much effort appeared on the aviator's face in response—Ever instead extended his hand toward her, wanting to draw her toward the chaise lounge next to the fire place.
Biting down on the inside of his cheek to keep his thoughts from descending too quickly into pure reactions as Isla arches against him, Ever takes a measured breath against the Remedy's neck though he doesn't pull away. His own arousal will be more than evident if it wasn't already, but still he manages to keep the touch of his hands feather-light as his fingertip makes another too-light and too-quick pass between Isla's legs.
"I have to say...thinking of everyone I have been with since I saw you last in Torchline..." He pauses, his hand flinching against her inner thigh for a moment as if it was considering simply tearing her garments aside despite his intentions. "I want you more, like this, fully clothed and still standing than I ever did with any of them." The heights of bliss he'd reached, the breathless nights, the aching limbs, the orgasms that had his vision growing blurry...gods, how it all paled in comparison to the feeling of holding Isla against him.
Forcing his hands off of her—perhaps in one of the mirrors Isla would notice just how much effort appeared on the aviator's face in response—Ever instead extended his hand toward her, wanting to draw her toward the chaise lounge next to the fire place.
